“Mummy, look at your son…”

by Penny on October 28, 2009



Yes, that’s how Ryan gets my attention sometimes. I don’t know where he learned the term “son” from. He knows “sun” because of the Golden Sun song from his Barney shows, but I didn’t know he understood what a “son” is. In any case, it’s been very entertaining since he learned how to use it. One minute it’s “Mummy, what’s your son doing?” and another minute it’s “Mummy, your son wants to kick the ball!”. I get thrilled each time he speaks like that. Well, maybe for now.

He’s also getting more and more independent. Sometimes up to the point that he cries and insists on doing something himself. He even refuses help from us in any way, until he really can’t do what he thought he could. I don’t get it. Is this a phase they go through to make a point to us that they’re growing up? It seems like just yesterday that he was a helpless little baby!

But in any case, I do think it’s good development that he learns to do things for himself. Maybe I’ve been too protective and always think that he’s not capable yet to do this and that. But children these days tend to prove us wrong by being independent earlier and are also smarter compared to our time, don’t you think so?

The fact that he’s growing so fast has reinforced in me that I’ve made the right decision to bring forward the plan to be a work from home mum (read my previous post here). At least I will have some flexibility of time to watch his growing years. I don’t want to look back years from now and say “My God, my son now has his own road tax and car insurance! Wasn’t he just a baby who can’t even crawl, let alone drive now?!”

I’m sure you cherish those years watching your children grow too. Wonderful times, yes?

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